So fresh so clean
Nikes on his feet
Escalade on 23s
Pockets always deep
So tight so fly
Always wit a bad chick
Three car garage
Straight ballin like its nothin
He be on them hundred spokes and
He be where them boys be smokin
Go head blow ya horn
Baby I got what you want
Shawty we can get it crunk
Boy you know Im looking for them

Love it when he made
Hot wit an attitude
Passion of a thug
I cant wait to make up wit you
Ride for the boy
Die for the boy
I'll even take the stand and lie for the boy